He stood peacefully in the alleyway behind a building, a calmness over his whole demeanor. His mind was in thought, thinking of important connections as he waited. It was the world itself that held his interests; not merely that which existed around him, but across the entire island, he could almost see it playing out in his head. The world around him acted in such a mechanical way, like a well oiled machine. It never missed a beat, always ticking away with an unnatural dullness, and yet unmatched efficiency. Occasionally something would occur that brought about a disruption to this cycle, that sent the living gears into a worried frenzy. This was the time when the cycle was most worth observing; when the gears clashed against each other violently, when one stopped working and others were slowed because of it. Such occasions were rarer than could be hoped, as soon as one occurred, it was over and the parts began their cycle once more.
It was interesting how little it took to shake an island to its foundations, but how shortly it would hold. Rahkshi attacks had proven a large disruption, but they were ended and life quickly returned to the smoothness that was its base. The power revealed was too great to be able to remain, it was certain to crumble away into oblivion as the status quo returned anew. That is where his plan differed; there was no need to rush into the fray, to bring about ruination with resounding force. He would slowly remove the gears, one by one, and by the time the missing pieces started to worry the machine, it would already be too late. And sometimes, the gears merely had to be turned against each other, letting them twist and writhe until one of them found itself disconnected from the machine of life.
Each time a large disruption occurred, the gears did not fit exactly as they had been before, sometimes some were missing or had moved on to another part of the machine. It was always interesting to see how it would adapt to changes, filling in the blanks after majorly chaotic events. If this ability to reform could be abused, then what was to stop one from filling in the pieces with their own, taking a personal hand in shaping the way the world would run. Like a puzzle just awaiting the guiding hands to make it into something far more. The shape he planned to craft, it would be beyond anything seen before. A shattered machine that could not run, laying broken as gears turn about wildly, struggling to find some place to which they could return.
He slowly opened his eyes to the world, the weakest hints of weariness crossing his hidden face. It would not be the easiest of tasks, as the gears had their own thoughts of placement, the puzzle would always try to build itself if the pieces were not quickly placed, and it would build itself as it always had. The monotony of life was one that most seemed to enjoy, thinking that small changes were amazingly unique. He saw through that, but he did not care to break free, he had much more important goals. He would twist life until he could look into it and see himself reflecting back. But like all good things, that required a sacrifice, some would have to give their lives towards bringing about the future.
It was time to start again; bringing death to those who never knew it awaited them. The deaths would be more and more noticeable no longer conserved to the obscure few who lived scattered across the island, seemingly unconnected. It was time to stain the streets of the island with blood, blood of the innocent and the guilty. Their blood would pour out as life slipped away, creating a stain of red across the island itself, one that would never truly fade away. Their blood would pave the path that he wished to travel, leading towards his ultimate goals. The pathway of blood as death screamed out, tearing life away from those who so desperately clung to it, would give him everything he needed to mold the world.
Now, it was merely the time to wait. A message had been sent out to all those who still stood under the banner of NEX, and to all of those who may wish to join. It was time for them to meet, to discuss the future that they would bring about. He merely had to wait inside the darkness of the alleyway, and they would arrive. There were important things awaiting those who killed and left the tablets behind, a future that they would help bleed out. There were people who had to die, tablets to be placed on their corpses. It was a busy world, and to counter that, you had to be just as busy. The time between the first piece of his plan, and this second piece, had been long awaited, and he knew that it was time.
And one, one mission was very special. It was unlike all of those that had come before it, a new horizon It was the first true step towards the future he wanted, and there would be no tablets placed at the scene, no sign that NEX had even been involved. It was beyond merely a killing for show, it was time for the threat to become real. The island would fear, they would hate. It would not be NEX that they struck out against, but each other. It was time for fear to grip the island, as death arrived in full force.